The next morning it was raining, it always seemed to rain at the weekends, so I
didn¹t rush out of bed. My head felt a little clouded but this cleared after I
fetched myself a cup of coffee and sat for a while in my bed watching a morning
TV debate show.
I thought about the extraordinary events of the night before. Julie had been so
forward in the car, I couldn¹t believe it, and the thought of seeing her again
that night, and, I hardly even dare think the words, fucking her was simply
amazing.
The rain continued through the rest of that day and I undertook some of the more
mundane routines of a bachelor life. I shopped, tidied the kitchen, did the
weeks washing and generally moped around waiting for 8 O'Clock.
I didn¹t know what to wear. Julie had said to wear casual clothes, but jeans,
somehow, seemed inappropriate and, besides, if the evening was to unfold as I
hoped it would I didn¹t want to be left struggling out of a pair of denims,
better a pair of lighter casual trousers, I thought.
I was ready long before 8 O'Clock and paced nervously up and down in the house
waiting for Brian to pick me up.
He arrived at exactly 8 O'Clock, he must have been waiting around the corner for
the correct time. I didn¹t wait for him to come to the door but ran out to him,
through the rain, to where he was waiting in the car.
Without thinking I opened the front passenger door and got in. He glowered at me
and immediately I got the impression he would have been happier if I had got
into
the back. However, he started the car and we set off.
I tried to make small talk but Brian was having none of it. He answered my
questions with single word answers and never raised a smile even at my funniest
stories. It was obvious that he disliked me intensely, and why not, wasn¹t he
driving me to his home so that I could fuck his wife ?
I stopped trying to talk and after a while I was surprised when Brian spoke.
"Listen", he said, "we¹d better get a few points straight here. Julie is a
special lady, one in a million, and I don¹t want her disappointed. She¹s made a
real effort for you, cooked a lovely meal and everything, if you are unsure, for
any reason, then I¹d rather take you home now than let the evening start without
reaching a conclusion"
I was glad he¹d brought the subject up.
"Listen," I said, "I¹m not sure what¹s going on here. Last night Julie and I had
been drinking and, honestly, what was happening in the car was not initiated by
me. If you¹re uncomfortable with this then please say so."
Brian didn¹t speak, so I continued.
"I mean, it was you who suggested I fu .... make love to her, is that what Julie
wants ? Is that what you want ? I¹m just not experienced in this sort of
thing."
Brian snorted, "What a man wants, and what a man gets are rarely the same thing.
Julie is special, very special, and what she wants I make sure she has, whatever
that is and if that¹s you, then so be it."
I grimaced, Brian was not a happy man, in fact, in the headlights of on coming
cars I could see he was quite red and agitated.
We arrived at their home and pulled in to the drive way. The house was large,
with nice grounds and when Brian opened the front door and stood back to let me
through I stepped in to a well kept, clean and tastefully decorated home.
Julie was there to meet me.
"Hello," she smiled at me, "I¹m so glad you made it". Not a hint of
embarrassment or reference to what was promised for later. "This way".
She showed me in to the lounge and introduced me to a very attractive lady
sitting on the couch. It was her sister, Lorna.
"I do hope you don¹t mind," she said smiling, "a table with three is always so
lopsided, Lorna¹s husband is out of town this weekend and I thought it would be
a
chance for her to get out of the house"
"Not at all," I said, "a pleasure to meet you". I couldn¹t see how Lorna would
react later but I assumed she¹d be going home before I got my chance with Julie,
so I relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge that the evening was going to run a
normal course for now."
Drinks were served, we ate snacks and made small talk for a while and then Julie
announced that dinner was ready.
I got up and asked to use the washroom before we ate and Julie offered to show
me
where it was. I followed her down the hall way to a door at the end which she
indicated was the toilet. I opened it and as I stepped in Julie neatly slid in
behind me, shutting the door quietly behind her.
"I want to watch," she said, "I want to see what you¹ve got". She smiled at me
and I could feel my cock starting to swell.
"Quickly," she said, "out with your cock, we don¹t want it to get too hard so
you
can¹t pee" I knew there was a danger of this so I unzipped, pulled my prick out
and aimed it at the pan.
"No, no," she said, "would you mind sitting down for me, like I would if I was
peeing for you, I love it when a man sits to relieve himself."
I would do anything to please her so I pulled down my trousers and boxer shorts
and sat down. Julie knelt in front of me and positioned herself only a few
inches
from my increasingly stiff prick to watch me.
Thankfully I managed to pee before my cock stiffened to the stage where it would
become impossible. Shortly after I had finished my prick rose from it¹s
semi-flaccid state, hanging downwards, to a firm, turgid, erection pointing up
and
away from me. Julie smiled and gave my prick a slap with her hand, it hurt but
my cock twitched back at her in response.
"Plenty of time yet." she smiled.
I redressed, flushed and we both stepped out of the toilet. Nobody seemed to
have
noticed we¹d been together, Julie headed for the kitchen, I towards the dining
room where Brian and Lorna had moved to.
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